(Let's get a bag)
Rider on a red, I don't even feed her chicken
Wit' that broke bitch you don't even treat her like a vixin
I can bust a chicken firm all down the chicklets
I can get a nigga wack down my destriction
Fuck her record label, bitch I'm off selling drugs
I just signed a 3-tape deal wit' the plugs
You ever seen a 100k standing in the club?
Do your shirt 17 I can't get this bitch a hug
Ridin' with a chirp like this bitch a dyin' rhyme
While some bullies slowly leave them bitches feel like 9 shots
Say that shit exotic you deserve a side eye
My last at bozos a lotter than a driveby
It's a bird, it's a plane, oh my god this insane
Calm the fuck down, there's a bird on this chain
Tell the pilot relax, a bird on the plane
I was in a hair coma got this bird for a brain
In the hood lit' up nigga, I ain't putting shit up
There a makeup artist, ever seen me touch a brick up?
I can make a 36 assault do some situps
All the proceeds finna' touch a nigga kid up
I can make a pussy ass nigga lift his chin up
You know damn well somebody dying if they sent us
200 in the car lead a whole frame bent up
Got the body on I don't think the whole brain picked up
Bow-wow, calling James, calling pants
Dress like this, bitch you gon' need yo' advance
Still ain't ranted up, bitch you need new lens
Girl I don' want shit, bitch I in need of that head
I wake up every day like shit I need some new bands
We killin' all them niggas, bitch you need some new friends
Tell my nigga Cudi, bitch they need us to win
Bitch ever left wants that bitch to leave you again nigga